Weekend’s second album of neo-shoegazing rock ‘n’ roll seems to hit every right note. From the get-go, on “Mirror,” we’re thrust into a dark tunnel of dreamy and distorted sounds, with a killer bass line. While their first album, Sports, was a cool update of Jesus & Mary Chain-style noise, the San Franciscans up the breathy, atmospheric beauty on songs like “Oubilette,” as well as the hookiness, as on the industrial pulse of “It’s Alright,” which sounds like the marriage of classic Nine Inch Nails with shoegaze titans Ride. They still have a bit of a ways to go before establishing an identity all their own, but for now, Weekend are perhaps the best band around at doing what they do. No sophomore album “jinx” here — Weekend’s latest is killer.

Hunx once wrote ’50s-style laments for the lonely rock ‘n’ roll-loving gay guy. Now he and his crew, including Shannon Shaw of Shannon and the Clams, are tearing it up hardcore style on Street Punk, which bears all of the sass of its predecessors with added sneer and fuzz. It’s a kick to hear Hunx scream “I feel really fucked up!” at the album’s outset, or to hear Shannon tell everyone to fuck off on the brief “Everyone’s a Pussy (Fuck You).” Whereas Hunx previously traded in scrappy, candy-coated odes to heartbreak, his songs here are more self-possessed — the title track is a great Stooges-style song about being a square peg, while Shannon has a great time decrying the “fabulousness” attributed to so many gays on “Don’t Call Me Fabulous.” However, Hunx can’t help but keep things tuneful, as on “Born Blonde,” a funny jam about embracing your inner airhead. Hey cutie in the Crass shirt — Hunx wants your number.

Strap yourself in for Fuck Buttons’ third album. Heavy-ass drums open “Brainfreeze,” and from there, the album doesn’t let up. The band continues to redefine what an instrumental electronic band can mean — purely visceral without succumbing to dumbed-down dance-pop tendencies, while still nodding to hip-hop on the sure-to-be fan favorite “The Red Wing,” which needs to be sampled and rapped over, pronto. Ethereal and hard-hitting at the same time, Slow Focus is unforgettable.